Long Picture contest Poems
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T This mournful yet glorious story,
H Hath ever set our eyes on Glory!
E Entombed in an unsullied grave,
O On the Cross for us His life He gave!
L Lamb of God destined to sit on His Father's throne,
D Death He overcame for our transgressions to atone!
R Resurrected on the third day to live forever,
U Undefiled He promised to leave us never!
G Guards placed upon His brow a rustic crown of thorn;
G Gamblers cast lots for the garments He had worn.
E Early that glorious Easter Morn the tomb was bared!
D "Don't be alarmed!" an Angel of the Lord declared!
C "Christ is risen! He is risen! Spread the word!
R Rallying o'er the grave foretold by the prophets has occurred!"
O Overcome with joy His Disciples recalled Jesus' promise:
S Saying, "I'll die and rise again!" (Convinced was even Doubting Thomas!)
S So often debased by man, He rose to become The King of Kings!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Honorable Mention in An Easter Picture Contest
You can see the little corner of light,
back behind the shadowing cloud.
If man were not so self-centered,
we would recognize that which is so proud.
When I see the epic sky above
the land so stark and alone.
I see the hand of the Lord
Overshadowing all that has been done.
The strength of His hand is there to see
if you will look with both heart and eyes.
His fingers cover the entire sky
as we await the rains of His surprise.
His hand out stretched to cover all the earth
from horizon to horizon above.
Guarding the world He has made
in His abundant love.
When I see the power of His greatness
in this epic show of His hand.
I think of the wonders that await
for us, how they must be so grand.
I feel sorry for those who do not believe
in Him or His Son.
But where would power so great be
had He not said, "Let it be done"!
For in these images that we see
we can feel the strength of a mighty rod.
More than that in this epic I not only see,
I feel the hand of God.
for: Epic Picture Contest - Picture #2
11/23/15
AGONY
Just
to stare
in despair!
Bare look! No trust.
Even not to dare
to protest, but to bear
a horrible holocaust.
Helpless witness! Useless prayer.
Miserable destruction to glare.
As if her heart could violently burst.
09/11/ 17
Rhyming a bba bba bba
Poems that paint a picture Contest by Silent One
A mother's love:
is a warm embrace.
It is bed-time stories,
and pancakes for breakfast.
A mother's love:
is kissing a boo-boo,
making the hurt all better,
with a cookie and a hug.
A mother's love:
encourages what is good,
discourages what is bad,
and always forgives.
A mother's love:
is unconditional,
unforgettable,
neverending.
A mother's love:
is all encompassing.
It's a cozy snuggle,
on a cold winter's day.
2/19/2013
Kim Merryman
Entered in Leonora's "Write me a poem (picture)" contest
Just see the morning itself has come to sit in my spine shaking in delight
A grand sun much grander in splendour than the one you see everyday
Is bubbling over in laughter of each and every molecule of my existence
Bringing out dark green vibrations on the back of my palms and wrists
Eruptive delight sits on the skin thrilled in the vibrant hours playing violin inside me
Just look at the radiant eyes at their height, an expression of the dances of my being
To announce to the world through the bugle of hibiscus in my bone marrows
Upon the glorious pine trees in infinite twitter thousands and thousands of sparrows
You have made me happier than ever I have been under the sparkling blue sky
In never-before-known exhilaration is booming within me many a celebrating gun
I don't know why I can't control the tremendous force in my whirling bloodstream
Rushing in my mouth gums teeth and tongue so the eyes can raise intense waves
How could you raise the crimson creativity that make me resolved to see hundred flowers blooming
In the whirlpool my love has generated in the crazy hemoglobin of my struggle
The happiness that I now carry in my breasts you don't know what a violet and blue sky
It is going to give birth to along with sounds of high and low tides in response to the passionate moon
I am just crystallizing my golden resolutions and visualising in wonder
What a typhoon it would be
Never there have been such a pink hour to taste what life means and never there will be
In the scarlet vibrations of the impatient seconds please wait a little sweetheart please wait for me
Let me enjoy as long as I can hold this intoxication of bliss and ecstasy
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September 10, 2017
For Poems that paint a picture contest
Sponsored by Silent One
Note: In the phrase the bugle of hibiscus I am indebted to Eve Roper for the word bugle
and to Demetrios Trifiatis for hibiscus.